I was pourin' out my troubles
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To a stranger in the bar
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About the problems and the pressures
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On a country music star
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Half braggin', half complainin'
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Bout the money and the fame
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And just how lonely life can be
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When you've made yourself a name
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I said would you like a drink
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He said thanks, I'll have a double
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I've worked up a powerful thirst
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Just listening to all your troubles
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And while he makes that drink
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I'll smoke one if you got 'em
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It might be lonely at the top,
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But its a bitch at the bottom
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I left a hundred on the table
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and didn't wait around for change
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with my load a little lighter
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and my thinking rearranged
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That stranger made me realize
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how thankful I should be
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And if I forget I hope those words
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he said I hope come back to me
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I said would you like a drink
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He said thanks, I'll have a double
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I've worked up a powerful thirst
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just listening to all your troubles
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And while he makes that drink
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I'll smoke one if you got 'em
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It might be lonely at the top,
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but its a bitch at the bottom
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It might be lonely at the top,
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but its a bitch at the bottom
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Lonely At The Top
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| Jamey Johnson |
